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My life's all dug up full of so many holes
They talk to my nerves reaching out to a blowin' soul
Does the liquor listen or feed you your lies?
Are you talking out of mouth again or did your lips redesign?
Well, Mary was a blue-eyed beauty in the American style
She sat down in front of me and told me a story for a while
Now it's clear to see it doesn't look good for me
And I know what they mean about acting irrationally
I get my money's worth and I keep the receipt for my taxes
Could you move a little closer cause I can never hear what they ask us
I was right about it then and I can tell you about it now
I know about God above and fate and fear and all that Mississippi mud
Tom Waits talked me out of suicide one day
He told me he was on the way to a place called Burma Shave
Where my dreams aren't broke, they just walk with a limp
And it's hard to know how to act when the TV is your pimp
Now it's clear to see it doesn't look good for me
And I know what they mean about acting irrationally
Was the beginning nothing more than a means to the end?
And was the end, the beginning of nothing left to defend?
For me, for you, for them
Sometimes the pain is more than I can bare
And sometimes my head is full of more than Ms. Clairol's hair
And sometimes when I think I can't go no more
I look in the mirror and know there's more in store
That I'm sure